Vol 2 Chapter 486: Fights, drinks, is a brother

The 486th chapter fights, drinks, is a brother

harmonious society! Sure enough, harmonious! You are almost a running dog! For the sake of that official position, for the future promotion, I am afraid to die for a little thing, damn! ——Lin Feng also poured a whole bottle of beer.

"Let's go! I don't want to be tainted with this trace of filth." Mourinho swept the surrounding South Korean fans celebrating with a look of disgust, and got up with that Armani trench coat.

"Yes, Jose, what you said is so right, I feel dirty sitting here. Korean people, wipe!" Huang Jianxiang raised his **** to the screen of An Zhenhuan's goal being replayed on TV.

"Hey, Chinese, what do you look at? Are you not convinced? Your stinky national football hasn't beaten Korea in 22 years. Are you jealous now!" A Korean fan drank and saw Huang Jianxiang's actions, and he was immediately dissatisfied.

Lin Feng and others were taken aback, but this person spoke Korean, and the three of them could not understand. Zhou Bo beside Lin Feng could understand Korean. Although he was extremely dissatisfied, he was surrounded by Korean fans at the moment, and he didn't want to be troubled. , So there is no translation by Xiang Lin Feng and others.

Although Lin Feng and others did not understand Korean, they also knew that the other party was not good. However, the identities of the three of them are extremely special, and they are not suitable for troublesome events, so they ignored each other and prepared to leave together.

Unexpectedly, the drunk Korean man stood in front of everyone.

"Hey, hello, look, these two Chinese are jealous of our Korean nation's historic breakthrough in Asian football, and show disrespect to our national hero An Zhenhuan." The drunk Korean man said and did what Huang Jianxiang did just now. .

At this time, all the Korean men in the bar were annoyed, and everyone drank too much. They immediately gathered around, asking Huang Jianxiang to apologize. Seeing that Lin Feng and others could not understand, a South Korean female fan who could speak English came out and yelled Huang Jianxiang and asked her to apologize for what she had done.

"Let's let it!" Li Rui and others hurriedly walked over, protected Lin Feng and others, and squeezed out.

Many Korean fans who were a little drunk saw that Li Rui and others were not easy to provoke, so they slowly let go, but they cursed and made a gesture to Lin Feng and others.

"Chinese football, call~~~" Everyone in the bar has their thumbs down, and Lin Feng and Huang Jianxiang's faces changed, but the sad national football made them unable to reply.

"Korea football is really amazing. It beats Italy and deserves admiration." Mourinho applauded abruptly.

Although most of the Korean fans do not understand English, some people still understand it. Under the translation, they immediately understood, and they were very fond of Mourinho, the European, and praised him for his reasons.

Unexpectedly, Mourinho's conversation turned.

"It's really glorious to rely on the strength of 15 people to defeat 10 people in Italy!" Mourinho sneered.

Many Korean fans didn't understand why at first, but after hearing the translation, they were immediately angry, and even more drunk Korean fans were excited to come up to beat Mourinho.

"José, let's go!" Lin Feng hurriedly pulled Mourinho away when he saw it.

For Mourinho, facing dozens of drunk South Korean fans just now, he stepped forward and ridiculed South Korean football for winning by despicable means. Lin Feng really admired his courage and was secretly grateful. However, the hero does not suffer from immediate losses. Although there are four people around Li Rui, there are at least 40 Korean fans in the bar at the moment. There are more crazy celebrations outside, and it is not good for them and others to make a noise. Especially the identities of the four cannot be exposed.

Mourinho coldly despised the South Korean fans in the field and followed Lin Feng and others to the outside.

"Hey, European, you must be an Italian, right, haha, an Italian who can't afford to lose!" A South Korean fan suddenly grabbed Mourinho's Armani trench coat.

"Let go." Mourinho frowned.

"Uh..." At this moment, the fan suddenly vomited, vomiting all the filth on Mourinho's trench coat.

Mourinho was silly on the spot. This Armani grey trench coat was his wife’s first trip to Italy and bought it for Mourinho for a full month’s salary. At that time, Mourinho's environment was not good. His wife gritted her teeth and bought this Armani trench coat in order to let Mourinho not be so shabby in front of others.

Oops! Lin Feng secretly said. But before Lin Feng went to La Mourinho, Mourinho, trembling with anger, was shaking off the filthy thing on the Armani trench coat. After carefully wrapping it up, he punched the Korean fan in the face. Hit the past.

That's it! Lin Feng secretly said, knowing that it is difficult to do today.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the South Korean fan who had thrown up Mourinho Armani trench coat and was covered in filth fell to the ground.

The whole bar was silent for a while. But a few seconds later, the South Korean fans in the normal bar screamed and rushed towards Mourinho with their fists. Mourinho did not back down, just like an angry lion protecting his territory, and rushed into the crowd with his fist raised.

"Do it!" Lin Feng took a look and knew that this matter could not be done well. Now that the matter has become a big deal, it can't suffer. On the spot, Lin Feng ordered Li Rui and others to do something.

Huang Jianxiang also drank a bit too much, and talked to Mourinho very much. He also heard about Mourinho’s Armani trench coat. At this moment, he was suffocated again. Seeing Mourinho fighting alone, he was also on the spot. Join the battle.

A melee in the bar!

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In terms of numbers, there are only 8 of Lin Feng’s four including Li Rui, and one of them is Allegra, a female classmate, but Lin Feng’s side dominates the scene, and more than forty South Korean fans are crying. Continually.

What surprised Lin Feng the most, and not surprisingly, was that Mourinho was nicknamed "Madman", and he was not merciful. But at this moment, he moved his hands more sharply. One move, one move, although there are no rules, but it is very consistent with his football coaching philosophy, the moves are simple, and take the opponent's weakness directly, especially for the Korean drunk who threw up his Armani trench coat, even more merciless.

At this moment, Huang Jianxiang, under the influence of alcohol, also took out his passion during the commentary and rushed to Mourinho's side to help him block one side. The two men fought with great vigor, and the opponent who fought back again and again.

As for Li Rui and the others, they are even more powerful. They have one move, and there is no one who can meet them.

On the other hand, South Korean fans, although there are a large number of them, are mostly drunk, so there is no strength in their hands. In addition, Mourinho is like a lion going down the mountain, Li Rui and others are more like death, not waiting for Lin Feng , More than ten rounds, lay down in the bar.

At this time, a man rushed to Lin Feng's side and assumed a posture.

"Taekwondo!" Lin Feng snorted coldly.

"Kill you Chinese guy!" The Korean fan turned to a whirlwind kick with a taekwondo move, aiming to kick with the upper body. Lin Feng just sneered, took a step forward, kicked him sideways, and knocked him down.

"Taekwondo is nothing more than **** and embroidering the legs. I am Jeet Kune Do-Chinese Kung Fu!" Lin Feng spit in disdain as he looked at the Korean fan lying on the ground.

At this time, another South Korean fan rushed over, but it was a woman. Lin Feng frowned and avoided. Unexpectedly, the opponent was reluctant and grabbed Lin Feng with his fingers.

Just when Lin Feng was angry and was about to desperate, with a crisp sound, Allegra walked over with a sarcasm, holding a wine bottle in his hand.

"Hmph, a despicable nation, relying on being a woman, can you do whatever you want!" Allegra snorted to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled.

At this time, the stadium was full of South Korean fans, all wailing. Mourinho only slightly scratched his forehead, Huang Jianxiang only broke his fist, and Li Rui and others were unscathed. In this bar, South Korea vs China, China wins.

"Boss, hurry up, the South Korean police are here." Li Rui and the others ran back to Lin Feng at the moment, saying a little anxiously.

Lin Feng's face moved slightly, and he immediately greeted Mourinho and Huang Jianxiang who were panting, and hurried to leave. The identities of the four cannot be exposed.

However, before Lin Feng and others went out, a searchlight was on outside and the sirens were loudly sounding. The bar has been surrounded by groups of South Korean police.

"It seems we can't leave." Lin Feng gave a wry smile. Great fun now!

"Lin, one person does something and the other person, I'll fight this." Mourinho looked outside and saw that he couldn't leave. He simply sat back and poured a glass of wine with his face indifferent.

"José, the resistance is also the resistance of the two of us." After Lin Feng was stunned, he smiled and sat down, poured a glass of wine, and touched Mourinho.

"Lin, you..." Mourinho was shocked. He is just a football coach. Lin Feng is the richest man in mainland China, and he is in China, a socialist country, which doesn't matter as much as the West.

"Haha, don't worry, I have more experience in litigation than you." Lin Feng smiled and turned to look at Huang Jianxiang, "Jianxiang, you should sit aside, otherwise your commentary career might be..."

Huang Jianxiang shuddered, thought for a while, resolutely sat over, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"We drank, fought, and squatted in the detention center together later. From now on, we are brothers, haha!" Huang Jianxiang also gave up at this moment and let him escape. He was not so cowardly, it was too unjust.

"Cheers!" Lin Feng and Mourinho listened for a while, and the three toasted.

"Wait, there's me!" Allegra also ran over.

"Allegra, you..." Lin Feng was startled.

"Hmph, catch me, I see how the South Korean police caught us and explain it to the international community!" Allegra was not afraid. She is justified in this matter. Fighting for Italian football, even if it is publicized, will not have any negative impact on Versace. Europe is the world of football. What's more, she is still the head of the future, not an adult.

"Cheers!" The four toasted.

This night will be destined to be an extraordinary night, and this World Cup will also be destined to have twists and turns.

The richest man in mainland China was arrested, the famous Chinese football commentator was arrested, the head coach of European giants Porto was arrested, the future head of "Versace" was arrested, but the reason was that the Italian "wasteful" failure caused conflict with South Korean fans. This is a lot of trouble.

The Korean Football Association is in big trouble, FIFA is in big trouble, and the South Korean government is in big trouble.